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[theloulouge]

Reminder Reflections 47

Get in loser, we’re healing and falling in love with life again.

[joshotime]

body headcannons for each mike skin!

Explanations for the hcs down below vvv

the reason why fools heart, swifts n quinlan are a lot more pale is cuz i imagine theyre the same person, foolsheart had albinism n when he grew up into swifts he started wearing foundation on his face to hide this then once being turned into a witch vampire guy by embracehe became a lot more confident in himself and stopped hiding it. plus even gaining some weight since he wasnt underfeeding himself anymore.

Jamborree is that small n stuck with those clothes cuz he's an actual living doll, all made out of fabrics and stuffing. His soul is probably around mike's age but he's been in that doll body for quite some time while by specter's side.

Ace n pumping tires are pretty similar to default mike. only rlly having small differences like ace having a slightly more thinner structure and pumping tires not having a mildly toned body like default mike since technically he doesnt do much physical activities n prioritizes racing.

The mikes with scars all have theirs for different reasons, default has scars from either recklessness, accidents (which is where the knee scar came from) or SH. Fools heart had a rough time in the circus n was put in p rough acts, hence the scars and bruises (i was dumb n forgot to put the scars on swifts too oops). Then there's cocoa bean who only has a few light burn scars from his cooking antics.

i think about these guys so so much, especially OG mike and Fools/Swifts/Quinlan (i literally have so much made up lore for him i can talk for like 3 hours straight abt it)

[poetyca]

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[ellanainthetardis]

Hello! I love your Hayffie stories and decided to leave my own prompt. What if while in prison Effie was made a sleeper agent to kill Haymitch but he didn't know until after some time.I think that the Capitol would know that they would not win the war so they decided to torture Haymitch with someone he cares about. Almost like them getting the last laugh. Maybe add Peeta and Katniss as targets too? Perhaps even have a happy ending despite all the anguish? Thank you so much for all your writing❤️

Here you go [X]

Programming

Eyes kept following them but Haymitch ignored thesoldiers who had colonized the Presidential Mansion after the surrender. Heknew why they were staring, knew what they were thinking, but he didn’t let goof Effie’s hand either way. He wouldn’t be shamed for publicly acknowledgingwhat she was to him. Not now. Not anymore.

Besides, Effie had grabbed his hand a littleafter they had left the hospital wing behind, clearly overwhelmed with the outsideworld. And given that she had spent the last few months in a Capitol prison, hecouldn’t blame her. The last few weeks of recovery had been enough for her toreadjust but he was pretty sure it would be a long road. He was just gratefulshe didn’t seem too angry with him.

She flinched when a soldier unexpectedlyswitched his gun from one shoulder to the other.

“Not too far now.” he told her, glaring at theguy who had startled her even if it wasn’t really his fault.

“I am fine.” she whispered, aiming for strongbut sounding frail.

He was relieved when they arrived at his suiteand he unlocked the door quickly, ushering her in and away from the rebels. Hedidn’t trust them with her.

She took a few steps around the room, her blueeyes sweeping over the surrounding mess, and she licked her lips. “This is yourroom.”

He picked up a jacket he had tossed on thefloor the previous night and placed it on the back of an armchair, thinkingthat maybe he shouldn’t have made it so clear that the cleaning staff wasunwelcomed in his absence. He just didn’t like the thought of strangerstouching his stuff – and no doubt snooping because he and Coin weren’texactly best friends at the moment. She would have liked the place better if ithad been tidied and clean though.

“You can have the bedroom. I’ll take thecouch.” he offered.

The suites at the Mansion were huge. There wasa small living-room complete with a TV set and a large selection of movies, abedroom with a bed so big it could have easily fitted three people and abathroom with a large shower and a bathtub that could have doubled as a pool.

Plutarch would have had gotten her a room ofher own but Haymitch had refused, arguing that they could easily share. Hedidn’t like the thought of her being out of his sight, where she could easilyhave an accident. She really wasn’tthe rebels’ favorite person right now, what with all the escorts, Gamemakers,prep teams and stylists being tried and executed. Despite his deal with Coin,he didn’t want to take any risk.

“I do not mind sleeping with you.” shecountered, turning around with a small hesitant smile.

Everything had been hesitant between them sinceher rescue.

She didn’t seem to be able to make up her mind.Sometimes she held him so tight he could barely breathe and begged him to embraceher back in the same fashion. Sometimes she shouted at him to leave her roomand never come back. He always cameback, of course.  

The fact that they hadn’t really managed to getsome alone time didn’t help. Therehad always been a nurse coming and going, a huge glass window giving on thecorridor to make them feel like fish in a tank, or Plutarch dropping byunexpectedly.

“Probably better.” he snorted. “I don’t think I’dreally fit on the couch.”

She glanced at the sofa and chuckled.

He held his breath when she stepped closer tohim. She placed her hands on his shoulders and then slid them around his neck,raising on tip toes so she could tuck her head under his jaw… He hugged herback, closing his eyes in relief. He didn’t think it would fade anytime soon:the relief of knowing she was alive.

“I miss you.” she breathed out.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” he promised.

She drew back, framing his face with her hands,her gaze searching his with such an intensity that it made him frown.

“Are you?” she asked and she sounded so lost…

He leaned in a little, thought better of it andhesitated, leaving her time to break this before it started but she simplystood there and waited so… He brushed his lips against her in a chaste kiss.“Right here.”

He didn’t intend for the embrace to be more butthere was nothing chaste to the way she captured his mouth. He followed herlead, groaning when she deepened the kiss and automatically stepping back whenshe nudged him against the wall. Her kissing became frantic and he got so lostin it, he barely noticed she had attacked his clothes until he felt the zipperof the grey jumpsuit give under her fingers.

“Slow down, Effie.” he murmured.

“I do not want to slow down.” she retorted, ahint of anger in her voice. “I want you.”

“We don’t have to…” he tried to mumble becausethe last thing he wanted was for her to feel pressured into having sex withhim. She had just been cleared and released from the hospital, he wasn’t sureshe was even ready for this.

“Haymitch.”she growled in that bossy tone that meant business and he stopped trying toprotest to roll with whatever she had in mind.

He tried to be gentle with her but for hisevery stroke, she scratched. He licked and she bit. He tried to be sweet andshe was all rough and violence.

And it turned him on.

Which, given her battered body and the newpinkish scars on her skin was probably sick of him.

When she pushed him on his back on the bed andstraddled his thighs, he let her have her way with him, thinking it might havebeen the safest way to do this at this stage without injuring her further. Evenif she was riding him like there would be no tomorrow.

His hands were on her breasts when hers slid uphis chest to his throat. He didn’t feel it at first, too enthralled by thesight of her head thrown back in bliss as she sought her pleasure… But then herfingers squeezed.

He immediately grabbed her wrists, trying topull her hands away…

She squeezed harder, riding him faster, hermoans increasing…

Haymitch pulled on her forearms but her fingerswere digging hard in his flesh and he couldn’t breathe anymore. He rolled themover before he could really start to feel dizzy, using the momentum to freehimself from her grip.

“The fuck?”he spat at her, forcing her hands above her head on the pillow and keeping themthere.

She blinked, her blue eyes confused for amoment before they filled up with tears. “I am sorry. I… I am sorry. I did not…I…”

She was so obviously distressed that he let hergo to cup her cheek, kissing her slowly until she relaxed again, rocking hiships back and forth at a gentler pace than the one she had previously kept.

“Ain’t into that.”he mumbled against her lips. Being chocked or dominated like that… It reallydidn’t float his boat. Not to say it woke up demons he’d rather keep asleep.

“I know.” she whispered, wrapping her armsaround his shoulders and burying her face in his neck. “I know. I am sorry,Haymitch. I… Maybe we should stop.”

“Stop.” he repeated, licking his lips andtrying to tell his hips to do justthat. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed. He was a little too far gone to just… stop on command.

“I do not want to hurt you.” she mutteredagainst his neck. “I will hurt you again. I am sorry.”

He closed his eyes and counted to five and thenhe rolled off her and to the side, clenching his jaw because… It had beenmonths without her. Months. And nowthat he had almost had her again… He couldn’t just turn it off. He was hard andthrobbing and desperate for her…

“Are you angry with me?” he asked in astrangled voice. He needed to finish this one way or another but he wanted toclear that out first.

“No.” she denied, curling up on her side. Shewas upset. It was plain to see how upset she was. And he blamed himself. Heshould have stopped things earlier before it had even begun. He had known itwas too soon. “I do not know why I do half the things I do. I think I am going crazy.”

“You’re too hard on yourself.” he told herfrankly. “You’re doing better than everyone expected.” She shrugged and hesighed, running his fingers through her blond hair a few times. It was shortnow, they had to cut half of it after her rescue. It barely reached her chinand it was all wild curls. “Get some rest, yeah?”

She looked alarmed. “Don’t leave me, please.”

“I ain’t…” he hesitated. “I ain’t leaving you, sweetheart. Just need totake care of…” He waved at his throbbing erection and she blushed, looking alittle guilty. She didn’t offer to help him out though. He awkwardly got out ofbed and to the bathroom. His hand was a poor substitute for her, even more sonow that he had just had a vivid reminder how that felt…

He caught sight of his throat in the mirrorwhen he was washing his hands afterwards and winced, poking at the tender fleshthat would more likely be bruised black and blue come morning. He wasn’t surewhat had gone through her head. Choking wasn’t something either of them liked.

She hadn’t been paying attention, he toldhimself, and she was still recovering.

She had been through something traumatic andthat triggered weird reactions. It was all it was probably.

She was curled up under the sheets when he cameback to the bedroom, apparently asleep. She had also stolen his shirt, whichmade him relax. They would be alright. It had just been too soon for that sortof intimacy. Too much too fast. He should have known better than give in toher.  

He put on sweatpants just in case she woke upand panicked at finding a naked man in bed with her and then climbed in, makingsure to leave some space between them. After five minutes of his intense staringat the ceiling, she rolled over in her sleep and snuggled against his side,sighing in relief when she found his warmth. With her tucked against him, hedrifted off.

He wasn’t sure what time it was when the mumblingwoke him up.

They had moved away from each other during thenight and he was now on his stomach, facing away from her.

“I love him.” she was whispering and he wasn’tsure but he thought she was rocking on herself. “I love him. Wait until you’re inbed… Wait until you’re in bed… No!No, I love him. I won’t hurt him. I lovehim.” He frowned as he started to properly wake up, disturbed by her murmuredramblings. Was she having a nightmare? It sounded like she was having adiscussion with someone else but they were alone in the room. “When you’ve madehim vulnerable… When you’ve… No. No, no, no.I won’t. I won’t.”

He switched the light on and turned to try andcomfort her…

And immediately recoiled when he caught theglint of a blade in her fist. Not just anyblade either but his own knife. He should have remembered to toss it away fromthe bed. She must have found it under the pillow and…

“Sweetheart…”

She didn’t even flinch.

She was rocking back and forth, still mutteringto herself…

“When you are in bed together… When you are inbed together…” she repeated as if it made any sense.

“Effie.” he tried again, more firmly.

Her blue eyes darted to him and he was alarmedto see she was crying.

“Get away from me.” she begged. There was noother word for it. She begged.

“You’re having a nightmare, sweetheart.” hesaid gently, trying not to think about what she could be remembering. Gettingsomeone in bed to make him vulnerable in the hope of hurting him wasn’t thekind of situation that sounded good. And if she had needed to do something likethat… “It’s alright. You’re with me,yeah? You’re safe. It’s all over. You’re…”

“Get. Away. From. Me. Haymitch.” she snapped,detaching each word clearly.

The thing was… She sounded lucid enough. She looked lucid enough. He was too familiarwith night terrors not to make the difference.

She was so tense, she was shaking.

“Okay.” he gave in with a frown, slowly inchingcloser to the edge of the mattress and away from her. “Wanna tell me what’sgoing on?” She shook her head, tangling her free hand in her hair and pullingso hard he was concerned she would hurt herself. “Don’t do that.” he chided,reaching out…

The knife slashed in the air and it was onlyinstinct that prevented him from getting badly cut.

“I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, her eyes wideningin horror, more tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

He had a bad feeling and he couldn’t helpremembering all the times Peeta had attacked Katniss. All the times the boyhad…

She had tried to strangle him earlier.

It hadn’t been an odd kink she had wanted totry, it had been… Real. She had triedto strangle him.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked uncertainly,lifting both hands in a peaceful gesture. “I won’t hurt you, Effie. I’d never hurt you. You know that, yeah?”

Not physically at least.

As for everything else… Well, he had donelittle else than hurting her for the last ten years.

“Please,get away from me.” she insisted. “I don’t want… I do not want to hurt you. Please, do not make me.”

He decided humoring her was the safest optionfor now, for both of them, so he got out of bed but didn’t wander far. “Dropthe knife, sweetheart. It’s gonna be alright, I promise. We’ll find out what’sgoing on with you. It’s all gonna be alright.”

“I have to kill you.” she murmured only toimmediately hit her head with the handle of the knife. “No. I won’t. I won’t.”

“Alright. Good. I’m all on board the not killingme plan, Effie.” he hurried insaying, taking a step closer, stopping himself from reaching out again at thelast second. “Don’t hurt yourself, Princess. Just toss the knife. Toss it away.”

“I do not want to hurt you.” she said again,sounding desperate.

“You won’t.” he replied confidently. “Youdidn’t, right? You could have but you didn’t so you won’t. Toss the knife.”  Thefingers wrapped around the handle of his knife were shaking. “Effie…”

“I’m trying!” she shouted in frustration. “I’mtrying but I can’t! I can’t! Ican’t…” Her voice cracked and she started to sob. “I want to…”

He licked his lips, considering…

And then he just moved without any warning. Shelooked up in fright, lifting her arm as if to stab him but he had expected thatand he blocked her attempt, twisting her wrist until she let go. He quicklykicked the knife off the bed and wrapped his arms around her tight. Shestruggled and screamed so loud it ended in a raw whimper. And then she slumpedagainst his chest.

He didn’t dare let go of her wrists though,only too keenly remembering the strangulation attempt. His neck was sore.

“I’m gonna take you back to the hospital wing,alright?” he asked after a few minutes. She didn’t try to flee or attack himagain. She just kept on crying. He dared try to let go of one of her arms andshe didn’t hit him so he coiled his hand around her nape and squeezed gently. “Youdidn’t do anything, sweetheart. Whatever they did to you… They fucked up. You’re fucking too strong for their mind tricks.”

“When we are in bed together and you arevulnerable…” she whispered, sounding exhausted. “I am a danger to you now.”

Trust Snow to hit where it hurt… He neverallowed anyone to sleep in his bed. Effie had been the only exception to thatrule in decades. That the Capitolwould use the unlimited trust he had in her and turn it into a weapon…

He wasn’t even surprised.

“They didn’t find any traces of tracker-jackervenom…” he mused out loud.

It had become standard testing after Peeta,particularly for people who had been prisoners of the Capitol and who wereclose to key rebels. There had been no traces of that.

But, of course, it didn’t mean the Capitoldidn’t have other ways of programming someone.

It didn’t seem to have worked so well on herthough. Maybe it was just a traditional conditioning, some brainwashing to beactivated with a trigger, and they could break it. She hadn’t attacked him whenshe had clearly been programmed to… It must have meant something.

“We’re gonna fix whatever is wrong with you andwe’re gonna be okay.” he promised. “You and me. You believe me?”

She took a long time to answer, her breathrolling against his naked shoulder a few times before she finally spoke. “Itrust you.”

It wasn’t quite the same thing.

But they could work with that.

[ainteasybeingme]

Embrace the Hate

No one wants to be subjected to hate, or what they deem as something negative towards them, whatever that may be.  The biggest thing right now is to do whatever is necessary, including acts of violence, in an attempt to “eliminate” hate, hateful people, and hateful ideas.  Here’s something to consider: you can’t and don’t want to eliminate hate.

Wha????  What the hell?  I must be a fucking racist bigot advocating Nazi’s, anti-gay, and other such bigoted, sexist, racial hate.  Right??  Well, wrong.  The rest of this won’t matter to a lot of you.  You’ve stopped reading and are yelling at me, posting on social media, commenting about how you’ve found another white privileged, Nazi racist, sexist bigot bro.  It’ll be a few commenters to your hateful spewing rant before someone actually reads the rest of this and comments that I’m not that at all, but you’re already lost.

I digress...and continue.  First a backtrack: you can’t and don’t want to eliminate hate.  Here’s why.

You look outside during “daylight” hours and see the sun and know that it’s light.  Why?  Because when you look outside during “nighttime” hours, it’s dark.  You walk into a room, flip the switch and, voila!, let there be light.  How about temperature?  You know the difference between hot and cold, subjective, sure, but like light levels, there are also temperature levels.  At a base, however, you know the difference between light and dark and hot and cold.

How about feelings?  Have you experienced happiness, sadness, joy, despair, excitement, disappointment?  How do you know what those are?  Let’s take one: happiness vs sadness.  First, understand that at a general level, feelings of happiness are not the opposite of sadness.  The opposite of any feeling is the absence of feeling so feelings are on the same spectrum, not technically the opposite of.  However, it is generally understood that the opposite feeling from happiness is sadness.

So, with that, have you experienced happiness?  How do you know?  How do you know what happiness is?  Remember, light and dark?  You know what light is because you know dark.  So the comparison stands.  If you know happiness, then you must know sadness.  “Happiness is owning a puppy.”  “Sadness is watching my old dog die.”  Yeah, negative feeling suck.  They are horrible.  But, to understand and experience the positive feelings, you must know the negative.

Back to embracing the hate.  You’ve experienced love, right?  You know what’s coming next...how do you know?  Of course the answer is because you’ve experience hate.  Here’s the trick.  You’ve either experienced hate by being hateful, or by someone hating you, most likely both.  Yes, you’ve hated.  <Blasphemy spoiler> Jesus even hated.  Remember the story of him turning over the money collectors tables in his temple?  Yeah, he was a little angry, hateful even.

See, it’s simple.  In order to experience positive feelings like love, you must understand what that means and you do so by experiencing a negative feeling like hate.  Hate is awful.  I’d rather not experience it at all, but I know I must.  How would I know how and if I love my kids, my wife, my dogs?  I wouldn’t.  Just like I wouldn’t know that it’s cold outside if I never experienced hot.

So, embrace the hate in yourself or others.  Don’t act on any of that hate and don’t allow other’s to act upon their hate, like with acts of violence, but attempts to eliminate hateful feelings in yourself or others is silly.

You can’t know true love until you know true hate.

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